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“Come on Doc, I got things I need to do.”
I mumbled to no one in particular as I sat inside of a dull white examination room. It was your typical room with the walls covered in tacky paintings and posters about various injuries and diseases. This was of course back in the United States after being in Ukraine. War Games 2022 was in the books and while I didn’t walk away with a Championship belt, I was a very much needed part of the winning team.
What I did leave with was a nasty injury to my neck. Steve Solex decided to resort to desperate measures when he dropped me, throat first across the barbed wire wrapped top rope inside of that War Games cage. My neck was cut open pretty badly and I had to be stretchered out of the cage after my elimination. Today I find out if I will be medically able to compete in the tag team #1 contender match on the first Chaos of this era. Getting more and more agitated, the door of the room finally opens and in walks my doctor.
He takes a seat at his small desk that holds his computer. He uses the mouse to move around and shuffle through the results of the x-rays that were taken earlier. Satisfied he gets up and walks over to where I am sitting. Putting on a pair of gloves he begins to feel and touch around my neck where the wound was.
“Any pain?” The doctor asks.
“Nope, everything feels normal.” I replied while keeping my head raised.
“Have you noticed any bleeding in the last three days?” The doctor squints his eyes as he presses on the place that the wound was.
“Shark week for my neck ended over a week ago.” I joked which caused the doctor to raise his eyebrow.
The doctor finishes his examination of my neck then removes his gloves and tosses them into a nearby trash can. He takes his seat back in front of the computer and begins typing in a few notes before turning to look up at me.
“I don’t know what possessed you to travel all the way to Ukraine just to compete in a match so dangerous.” The doctor thought out loud.
“The chance to walk away with #97red. It’s a thing with us wrestlers, you wouldn’t understand it.” I kicked my legs back and forth a bit as they hung off the edge of the examination table.
“And you’ve wrestled a match since this neck injury you got in Ukraine?” The doctor already knew the answer to that question.
“Not for HOW but OCW has very laid-back policies when it comes to wrestling a match while injured.” I said in a weak attempt to defend my bad decisions.
“Hopefully nothing too dangerous, right?” The doctor narrowed his eyes.
“Well, let’s just say no one tried to rip my neck open.” I chuckled while rubbing the back of my neck a bit.
The doctor sighed then got back up to his feet before he approached me. He looks somewhat displeased but manages to stay professional as he begins to speak.
“It would be my professional opinion that you should stop putting your health at risk in these extreme situations that you do as a wrestler.” The doctor lectured. “However, you’re a grown man and this is how you make your living. So, you are medically cleared to continue your dubious ways of earning a living.”
“Best news I’ve heard all day, Doc.” I hopped down off of the examination table.
I headed towards the door of the examination room with nothing on my mind but the tag team triple threat match on Chaos. However, suddenly I stop in my tracks and turn to look at the doctor.
“Oh, uh Doc? Did you get another shipment of my secret medicine?” I questioned in a hushed tone.
“I could lose my license for this.” The doctor muttered angrily.
The doctor walks over to the door of the examination room and opens it. He sticks his head out of it and looks around to make sure that no one else is around. He slams the door shut and shakes his head before reaching into his lab coat to pull out two large medicine bottles.
“With your condition I highly suggest you consider retirement. It’s not like I’ll be able to keep getting these pills forever.” The doctor says as he looks down at the bottles in his hands.
“Already tried retirement once, Doc. It didn’t take.” I said as I extended my hand towards him.
“You’re going to end up dying in the middle of the ring if you don’t do something about this. How much longer are you going to keep tempting fate?” The doctor pleaded as he handed over the bottles.
“Until the wheels fall off, Doc. Until the wheels fall off.” I smirked before placing the bottles in my pockets so no one could see them.
I opened the examination room and exited down the hallway leaving the doctor alone to hang his head in regret over enabling my obvious addiction.
—–
A few days later in Chicago we focused on the TEN-X program building. The inside was mostly empty, only a few people were making use of the wrestling rings inside of the training center. I was in the back of the building inside one of the offices. I had just got done training with Cassandra Baumer inside of the ring. She was a promising young star who had her eyes on becoming one of the best in the business. I had a towel wrapped around the back of my neck as I stood facing a wall in the office that showcased some of my many HOW accomplishments over the years.
There was a lot to choose from on the wall but currently I was fixated on the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts that hung on display. I thought back to the past when I was a member of Ascended Supremacy, and we were the hottest tag team in the industry. There wasn’t a team around back then that we couldn’t conquer. This week I had the chance to become #1 contender to the HOW World Team Championship belts. A third reign with the tag titles isn’t something that I expected to happen but here we are. A new journey as a tag team with a brand-new partner. The thought made me both excited and nervous.
I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even notice the office door open and Madison step inside. She stood there for a moment thinking about whether it was a good idea to disturb me or not before finally clearing her throat.
“Seems like Cassandra did well today.” Madison says, trying to break the ice.
“She’s found her fire and determination. She wants to be taken seriously as a professional wrestler. If she keeps working hard, she’ll accomplish great things.” I responded while keeping my focus on the titles on the wall.
“You keep training people like Cassandra Baumer and Sloane Taylor here at TEN-X and they’ll have to create a Trainer’s Hall of Fame for you.” Madison let out a nervous chuckle.
I didn’t respond to her comment. I was tired of the people in my life suggesting that I quit being an active wrestler and move onto other things for my own good. If I’m going out again? It’s going to be on my terms and my terms alone.
“The people from the local news are here for your interview.” Madison says as she lowers her head.
“Send them in.” I said sternly.
Madison nodded her head and exited the office. I reached up and grabbed one of the HOW World Tag Team titles off of the wall. I felt the weight of the belt in my hands as I bounced it up and down. I raised the belt into the air and placed it over my shoulder. I took the towel off of the back of my neck and tossed it aside as I made my way over towards the desk in the office. I took a seat behind the desk and adjusted the title on my shoulder. It wasn’t long before the door to the office opened again, and Madison led in a news woman and a photographer. She gestured them over towards the desk before closing the door as she left the office.
“Thank you so much for taking the time to do this interview with us.” The news woman stated as she took a quick glance around the office.
“No problem at all. Chicago is HOW’s home, and it is the least I can do.” I leaned over and shook the news woman’s hand and then the photographer’s hand.
I gestured for them to make themselves comfortable. The news woman took a seat in one of the chairs directly in front of the desk. The photographer decided to remain standing while snapping off a few pictures of the various items inside of the office.
“I’ll try and not take up too much of your time but if you’re ready we can begin.” The news woman said as she took out a small audio recorder from her pocket.
I nodded my head and leaned back in my seat as the news woman pressed the record button on the audio recorder.
“First off I want to thank you again for taking her time to meet with us here today, Mr. Davidson.” The news woman began.
“It’s my pleasure.” I said in the kindest voice I could manage.
“I have to admit that myself and the people of Chicago are disappointed that the first ever Chaos of this era was moved from the Best Arena to the U.S.S Octane which will be anchored in front of the Statue of Liberty in New York.” She started right off with a guilt trip.
“It came as a bit of a shock to me as well. I love our fans here in Chicago. It’s the one place in the country that truly appreciates the Best Family and the members of The Board. And while we are sad that we can’t host the show here at the Best Arena, I’m sure Lee Best has a vision of something so patriotic that fans all around the world are going to witness a Chaos show to remember.” I tried to remain polite even though I wanted to kick her out of the office.
“With the main event being a match between Steve Solex and Christopher America for the HOW World Championship belt inside of an HOFC cage, it makes sense. Do you have a prediction for a winner in this match?” The news woman asked with a bit of mischief in her eyes.
“I would bet the house on Christopher America to retain. The man won War Games alongside Tyler Adrian Best. He’s the current holder of #97red and the only three-time War Games winner in HOW history. He’s the true American patriot and Steve Solex is nothing more than a bitter military veteran clinging to his fifteen minutes of fame. I say it doesn’t make it to five rounds but that’s not a prediction, that’s a fact.” I nodded my head to affirm my point.
“You’re also on the card for this first Chaos as you team with HOW Commissioner Cecilworth Farthington to battle two other teams to find out who will become the #1 contender to the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts. How do you feel about teaming with a man that has only had one match since his return to live action?” The news woman crossed one of her slender legs over the other as she waited for my answer.
“It’s an interesting pairing for sure. Farthington and I have never teamed together in a match before. However, we are quite familiar with each other as rivals dating back to the last era of HOW. He’s an elite talent and I’m no slouch myself inside of the ring. I’m positive that we can make it work in the ring as a team. Just like Team Best made it work as the team that walked away victorious at War Games. We’re always a few steps ahead of the competition.” It’s not bragging if it’s true.
“And might I add that you’re holding one of the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts over your shoulder. Is that an indication that you’re confident that the future holds success for you and the Commissioner as a team?” The news woman folded her arms together right under her chest.
“I cut my teeth into HOW as a tag team wrestler and one of the greatest World Tag Team Champions that the company has ever seen. Farthington is a man that has also held the titles before on his dominant run earlier this era. Is there any real reason out there that suggests the two of us would fail in our journey to become the HOW World Tag Team Champions? This belt right here on my shoulder? It’s the same belt that Ascended Supremacy held in our second reign as Champion. The reign that ended with us never losing the belts. We had to be stripped of the titles because no other team dared to try to face us. Think about that and the fact that now? I have a major upgrade for a partner.” I patted the gold plate of the title over my shoulder.
“So, you’re saying that you don’t think any of your opponent’s stand a chance? I’m sure they’ll have something to say about that.” The news woman added.
“Like whom, Joe Bergman?” I scoffed.
“Exactly Joe Bergman.” The news woman said as she leaned forward in her chair.
“Joe Bergman, the guy that didn’t have it in him to make it to War Games. The same guy that goes around training people in a goddamn barn to prepare them for the War Games match. How did that work out for his so-called student? Also, what the fuck does Joe Bergman want with the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts? Isn’t he a member of The Highwaymen? Last time I checked two members of The Highwaymen were the current HOW World Tag Team Champions. Is Joe Bergman so fearful of competition since losing to Christopher America that he’s decided to try and fight his own teammates?” I lowered my brow.
The news woman shrugged her shoulders at my questions then waited for me to continue.
“The man lost his wife, has gone through heart surgery, and hasn’t been a main event worthy star since 2019. But I’m sure his delusional ass will be hard at work inside of his barn. He’ll probably contact Darin Zion and see if he can script out his trash talk for his promo like he did with Xander. Won’t matter because even if Joe works Zion like a puppet, Zion will still find a way to fuck it up. And if by some miracle they do become #1 contender to the tag titles. I’m sure Clay Byrd and Steve Solex won’t be too happy at the thought of losing those belts to the likes of you and Darin Zion. This is a no-win situation for Joe Bergman, at this point in his career he’s just spinning his wheels but not going anywhere. But I guess the scraps of HOW are still better than the cream of the crop when it comes to MVW.” I sighed a bit while shaking my head.
“And what about his partner Darin Zion? The man does hold a victory over you in a three on one handicapped match.” The news woman sported a devilish grin.
“And where did that get him? He immediately pissed any momentum he had by beating someone as good as me before the show even ended. Did it help him beat me for the HOTv Championship belt? Has it helped him beat me at any point since that handicapped match? Since that match, I’ve won Wrestler of the Year in 2021 and been inducted into the HOW Hall of Fame. All Zion has accomplished is flop around from meaningless feud to meaningless feud. Along with becoming even more annoying which we once thought wasn’t humanly possible. He had Jatt Starr as a mentor and all he did was steal his gimmick and somehow did it wrong. He’s been fined for helping throw urine loaded balloons at Mike Best’s office. I guess he’ll have to depend on food stamps to get by food wise because he isn’t winning any matches anytime soon.” I stated convincingly.
“Zion fared pretty well against Tyler Adrian Best on the last edition of Refueled.” The news woman tried adding fuel to the fire.
“Close only counts for losers. No one is going to remember Zion almost beating Tyler when they look back at the record books. The guy made such big claims about how he was going to win War Games and walk away the new HOW World Champion. Yet Zion enters War Games and like clockwork he gets eliminated by yours truly. You can mark it on your calendar every single year as a guarantee. All Zion is these days is an entitled little shit stain that believes that just because he’s been here for a long time that he deserves to be respected, given titles, and inducted into the Hall of Fame. That’s not how any of this works. This isn’t Burger King; you don’t get a gift bag just because you’ve showed up for work for ten consecutive years. No one is standing in the back waiting to hand you your flowers, Darin. Maybe you can go cry to Bobbinette then she’ll do a promo about bullying and its effect on your fragile soul.” I wave my hand dismissively.
“So, together you’re not worried about Darin Zion and Joe Bergman as a team?” The news woman continued to try and poke the bear.
“Joe Bergman can’t win unless the company loses 85% of all its talent and all he has to do is beat Brian Hollywood or John Sektor who most times already has a foot out the door. Darin Zion hasn’t been able to become a HOW World Tag Team Champion without having Brian Hollywood there to do all the heavy lifting for him. Hell, Brian Hollywood was a better tag team Champion when he was teaming with Jace Savage. The best that they could hope for is the fact that Bergman’s bad breath might actually kill Zion. Or maybe Bergman and his MVW cronies can teach Zion a fireball move that he’ll never get to use much like he did with Xander Azula. Clay Byrd and Steve Solex did literally nothing to earn those belts and yet somehow Bergman and Zion would be even worse Champions. I hope Zion gets anally raped by one of Bergman’s farm animals in that barn. Fuck both of those guys.” I hissed towards the news woman.
The door of my office opens and Madison steps inside. She walks over around the desk then leans over and whispers something into my ear. My eyes widen a bit before I wave her off and stand up out of my seat.
“I’m sorry but something has suddenly come up. I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this interview short.” I said as I gestured towards the news woman and photographer.
“But I didn’t get to ask you about Bobbinette Carey and Scottywood.” The news woman pleads.
“It’s Bobbinette and Scottywood, what is there to know? They suck, end of story.” I walk around the desk to stand in front of the news woman and photographer.
I reach down and literally pull the news woman out of her seat by the hand. She barely manages to grab her audio recorder as I lead her and the photographer out of my office and slam the door shut behind them.
—–
It was just a day before the first episode of Chaos live from New York. We focus on the U.S.S. Octane anchored right in front of the Statue of Liberty. The ring has been erected on the ship along with the HOFC cage where the HOW World Championship belt will be decided. We shift around the ship until we focus on the wheelhouse where Board member and Hall of Famer Jace Parker Davidson is seated in a chair just in front of the steering wheel of the ship. Madison is standing in front of him filming on her cell phone.
“Tomorrow night is the night. The first ever edition of Chaos this era. It’s a stacked card where every single title will be on the line. However, there is also the match that I am in. A triple threat tag team match to decide who are the #1 contender to the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts. Now a few days ago I said everything I had to say about one team in the match. That was the team of Joe Bergman and Darin Zion. That leaves the team that I’m sure thinks they are 100% going to win this match and become HOW World Tag Team Champions. I’m talking about the couple that is Bobbinette Carey and Scottywood.”
I paused for a moment trying to get the visual of Carey and Scotty together romantically out of my head.
“What can I say about these two? Let’s start with Bobbinette Carey. The woman that returned to HOW and proclaimed right off the bat that she was winning War Games 2022. Why? Well, frankly Carey just likes the sound of her own voice and likes to reach for heights bigger than her tits. Too bad she’s not capable of reaching said heights, especially when she has the anchor known as Scottywood attached to her leg. Can you name anyone that Carey has actually beaten since she’s come back to HOW? She couldn’t beat Mario Maurako, she couldn’t beat Farthington on the last Refueled. She couldn’t beat Scottywood in that abomination of a match that had at March 2 Glory. The only person that comes to mind that she’s beaten is that shell of a man that was once Jatt Starr. Much like Joe Bergman she couldn’t even qualify for the War Games match. But yet she cried, and she whined and got political backstage until she was given another chance.”
I reached up and rubbed my hand over my forehead feeling what would surely be the beginning of a headache.
“She manages to beat David Noble and earns herself a shot at the HOW LSD Championship belt at War Games against then Champion Steve Harrison. All she had to do was beat him and she would become HOW LSD Champion and have a spot on Conor Fuse’s War Games team just like she wanted all along. Of course, in true Bob fashion she failed and wasn’t even a part of the match that she claimed she was going to win. I guess without Shane Reynolds she can’t really accomplish much of anything. But I’m sure she’ll blame it on the lack of respect she got from her “team” or the fact that her precious “Scooter” was on the other team. All while wrapping it up somehow being about a woman’s right to an abortion being revoked. All this Woke Era bullshit hasn’t worked Carey and you need to stop. We get it, you’re black and loud. However, when we throw you overboard into the water. Toss in a couple of bars of soap, I’m pretty sure we’ll find out that you’re not really Black at all. You’re just a basic White bitch that hasn’t bathed since your last reign with #97red. You Uncle Tom ass, fucking shark week having, my mouth stays open even while I’m chewing cunt.”
I lowered my hand and raised my middle finger towards Madison’s cell phone.
“And then we have her partner. Or should I say her bitch known as Scottywood. The Hardcore Artist as he likes to call himself. Honestly, Scottywood is just the guy they modeled the Bitter Beer Face commercials after. And yes, technically Scottywood can claim he was on the winning team for this year’s War Games match. But was he really? I mean him and Scott Stevens were just warm bodies to make sure the numbers were even. Would have preferred both JJR and Sektor but hey you got to make do with what you got. It’s no surprise that both Scottywood and Stevens were the first ones eliminated from the War Games match. The moral of the story was that I was actually able to tolerate Scottywood for that short amount of time. But I know the truth, you don’t like me Scottywood. You haven’t since the moment I joined HOW. Call it jealousy or just your constant case of constipation. The fact is that you cling to people like Carey, Stevens, and Zion because they are all on your level. You don’t like me because like 97% of the roster, I don’t verbally blow you just so that you can feel good about yourself.”
I lean back in my chair and place my hands on top of my knees.
“Sun’s getting real low on your career. I think it’s time to hang up your hockey stick and stop pretending like you’re a threat to the majority of the HOW roster. You can ease back into your rocking chair and play Grandpa Wood like you were meant to do. The world doesn’t need a horrible Bottomline match that doesn’t end with a Bottomline to your opponent. The world doesn’t need any more of your simping for Carey even though you’re pretending to be mad at her. And the world definitely doesn’t need you to bring back another title just because you managed to beat Steve Solex in the tag team match, ran your mouth about beating Mike then immediately losing said title the very next week. That is your life Scotty, stop and think about it for a moment. You let your friend of 15 years screw you out of the HOW World Championship belt and the only way you can even think about having gold around your waist is to bring back a retired belt without the Best’s permission. Are you that delusional that you think pretending to be a badass works when that is your reality? You and Carey can’t actually earn gold around your waists, you’ve proven that plenty of times already. It would take a stroke of luck for you two to even make it out of this match with a win.”
I leaned forwards a bit and glared towards the cell phone.
“However, it seems that luck might just come knocking for either of these two teams.”
I paused again while feeling a burning hatred stewing in my gut.
“Word has it that my partner, the Commissioner of HOW, might not be able to pull his own weight in this match. I might even have to walk into this match on my own without a partner.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“But if you think for one moment that this makes for an easy win for any of you then you’re sadly mistaken. I am not afraid to face four on one odds. I will run through each and every single one of you if it means that I get a shot at the tag titles. I will pick a partner of my choosing for the title match and then it’ll just be another thing that The Board takes away from The Highwaymen. So, bring everything you got because you’re going to need it against someone like me who is clearly head and shoulders above all four of you. Then win this match single handedly I’ll watch all you scurry away like rats leaving a sinking ship.”
I get up from my seat and walk out of the wheelhouse as Madison stops recording.